CHASING SILENCE

Chasing silence has become an obsession, a therapy, an essential part of my personality, a necessity for good mental health – and a powerful tool for conservation. I’d been seeking these rare moments of silent communion with wild creatures ever since a close encounter with a female tiger shark off Cocos Island, which Jacques Cousteau called the most beautiful island on the planet, but from the isolated steppes of Kazakhstan to the Annapurna mountains nothing seemed to totally fulfil my spirit and calm my mind. Seeking these moments has given my career its shape.

Antarctica, 2019. After a rollercoaster of emotions, several days travelling from Australia to the southern end of Patagonia and two days crossing the legendary Drake Passage, it was hard to believe that I was actually there, anchored in front of an iceberg graveyard. I could feel the cold breeze burning the skin on my cheeks, I felt the beginning of tears behind my eyes, and I couldn’t decide if I were dreaming or not.

I found it impossible to hide my excitement as we put the zodiacs in the water, checked the safety gear, and marked the position on my GPS. Snow was drifting slowly down from the sky, fat flakes plopping and vanishing in the water’s calm surface, and we had a mission: explore a bay full of ancient icebergs. As we left the ship heading to the heart of the bay, the zodiac painted ripples on the glassy water. We were cruising in silence. With the clouds blocking the sun, I couldn’t tell if it were midday or sunset.